Sean

My mother grew up on the same street as all of her family, well, most of them, at least. Grandma and Grandpa lived at the house on the corner with Marie and Orin on the other side and scattered down the street were the rest of the cousins. My mom's best friends growing up were her cousins. She has so many stories, memories of times spent together. I can't help but envy that sometimes.



My cousin died on Friday. His name is Sean Burbidge. He was the same age as me and I knew him very little. He spent the summer with us many years ago and he was a great guy. I can't help but wonder if we had not moved to Arizona if I would know him better. Then again, Uncle Gary was always on the move himself so I don't know. Of course, it would be so easy if we all lived together like my mother's family. But that is not the way it is. My cousin is dead and I really never had the chance to really know him. I think that is really why I am sad.



My parents leave for Utah tomorrow and I can't go with them, although I wish Icould. Sean had been sick for a long time and I knew this was coming but it still hard to accept. My heart goes out to Uncle Gary. He is so sweet and I know this must be killing him.

Sean Christian Burbidge